Morning came quietly.
For the first time in a long while, I woke up feeling rested. The warmth from last night still lingered in my chest. Finnick had already left the villa before sunrise. His side of the bed was cool, but the faint scent of him remained on the pillow.
I lay there for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling.
Then reality returned.
Fabian.
The company.
Everything that happened at Yves Mansion.
I got up half an hour earlier than usual. After washing up, I sat at my desk and opened my laptop. My fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment before I began typing.
Resignation Letter.
The words looked small on the screen, but they carried weight.
I didn't care if people called me weak. I didn't care if they said I was running away. I just knew one thing—I could not work under Fabian anymore. Not after last night. Not after the way he looked at me. Not after the way he let those words be said about me.
I typed quickly, anger guiding my fingers.
